Saturday, March 11, 2006

March Preoccupation

It's true! Many Canadians bloggers are quite preoccupied with the notion of spring these days. While most of us gladly tolerate or even actively embrace winter, it lasts quite long enough, thank you very much. Come March, we begin to get just a teeny bit antsy for spring. We shouldn't really because the truly nice weather is still a long way off.

It's happened in this house too.

The cat got me up to feed him tuna at 6:30 this morning. I went back to bed, thinking that he would be satisfied for the nonce. I suppose that he was in a way, but he did make the choice to prowl, roam and cavort around the bedroom. He was on the bedside table, on the bureau, and here and there on the bed. Cuppa gave up the attempt to sleep at around 8:00 o'clock, which meant that he was happy to accompany her downstairs, no doubt in search of more tuna.

Another hour later (yes, I did manage to sleep in after all), he was back upstairs with me. I looked at the clock, felt somewhat embarrassed by the lateness of the hour, and trundled downstairs ... and found Cuppa sitting out on the porch. Yes, she had joined the Great Canadian March Preoccupation With Springtime and was sitting on the porch.

It's closed in but unheated, and it was only about 50F outside, but there she was. I joined her, and it was really quite tolerable: felt good really. As you can see in the photo, there is still abundant snow out front, but some has melted, and our hearts yearn for the next season.

There is something to be said for a genuine four-season climate, but no season is quite as anticipated and welcomed as spring.

I can relate... when we lived for two years in Colorado Springs in the USA, I really missed the spring. Winter was unbelievably long, and there were almost no spring flowers or bulbs, or even blossom, such as we get in the UK. We don't really get much spring here either, but at least we don't have serious winters with snow either!

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Hi, I'm AC or Anvilcloud or even John if you prefer the humdrum name of my humdrum life. I am in my mid-sixties, father of two women, grandfather of a girl and a boy, retired teacher, happily married for a long time although I can't speak for the happiness of my spouse, Cuppa.